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... was hazy at that moment.
He didn’t know whether this was a dream or reality, as his eyelids, nearly devoid of any moisture, drooped without the strength to open, barely perceiving the light from outside through the tiny slits.
His lips were dry and wrinkled, and the visions in his sleep were chaotic and blurred. Al couldn’t remember anything, feeling only an overwhelming thirst.
"Yarlessto, my child, I’m thirsty,"
he said subconsciously.
At the moment the ...
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